[Hook]
Yeah, I'm itchin like a dope fiend
I wanna sell out venues like a motherfucking OG
Nosey niggas think they know me til they choking in the nosebleeds
And they don't know me, and they ain't OG
And they can blow me
Scratchin, itchin like a dope fiend
I wanna sell out venues like a motherfucking OG
Nosey niggas think they know me til they choking in the nosebleeds
And they don't know me, and they ain't OG
And they can blow me

[Verse 1]
Now niggas wanna trivialize the money
Bitches on some "How you doin" Joey Tribbiani
Bang, you bitches make me sick to my tummy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Torn up on some D'rose knee shit
So white like your kilo dream shit
Gold digger, need a shovel for the cream shit
Money signs downpour when you bleed shit
Weapon make you fraid like a loose knot
Huey after Huey like the motherfucking Boondocks
Bang one bitch and I never need a new thot
Blow one band and I never need a new drop
You are a lame, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Sippin your drank, wok, wok, wok, wok, wok, wok
Bang, you eat the edibles, feelin incredible, choices inevable
I'm in the centerfold, heaven or hell, take it down a few decibels
Down a few decibels, down a few decibels
You in the kettle, while I'm at the festival, poppin the medicals
Flippin and turnin some commas from decimals
Commas from decimals, commas from decimals

[Hook]
I'm itchin like a dope fiend
I wanna sell out venues like a motherfucking OG
Nosey niggas think they know me til they choking in the-
Fuck this, fuck this, I got this

[Verse 2]
I got this like the Scottish, believe in the Monster Loch Ness
I'm poppin it, droppin' tops and make deposits, transfer it to my pockets
I triple profit and lock it in a, safety deposit box in the middle of Boston
I'm on my ad-lib, tree amigo shit like Offset
I fucking lost it
I'm a mentaler Hannibal Lector with plenty momentum
Mementos of heads & bones I kept, I don't even remember
Got an even shorter temper than my height was in the Winter
I go harder than some wood, you niggas still be gettin splinters (Hollup, hollup)
I'm in the lam, shit goin skrt
You got the bands, you got the fans
You got some people behind you that forever like you
And never define you or try undermine you
That's word to the bible, that's word to my momma
We bring up discussions should never been brought up
And now I just cough up the words that I thought of
Now that I'm here bitch, hakuna matata
I want to stack hunnids of thousands of dollars
I want the suit with the edge of the collar
Dipped in gold so I look like I'm fancy
I look like I'm candy, fuck 12, vigilante
I'm back on my tasmanian devil shit
Big in the room, I'm as big as the elephant
Corny as kettle is, pedal to meadow shit
None of that snitchin' or tellin shit, yo
None of that Bella the Thorne
I want me a Bella Hadid
She gotta do what I say when I want it
It's what I look for when I'm wantin a freak
Poppin a bean, nah fuck that shit
I'm not a distracted hispanic half black kid
According to the whites that I go to school with
They don't know cool shit except the colors in they tool kit, look

[Hook]
I'm itchin like a dope fiend
I wanna sell out venues like a motherfucking OG
Nosey niggas think they know me til they choking in the nosebleeds
And they don't know me, it's XO three
And they can blow me